We’d be on a road trip, the scenery rushing by, and I’d borrow my mom’s old phone. Not an iPhone, just a block with a camera on the back. I’d hold it to my eye like a viewfinder, trying to freeze what I saw: the curves of the landscape, a smile from my sibling, a moment I didn’t want to lose.

Back then, I didn’t know I was learning to notice the quiet magic in everyday life. But I see now. I was learning to care about memory. About meaning. About the feeling behind a photograph.

Today, that’s what I still chase. Not perfection, but presence. The in-between laughter, the way someone holds your hand, the sparkle in your eye when you're fully you. My sessions are playful, cozy, and real. Clients often leave feeling like they just lived something worth remembering. That’s the goal.

Because when you look back at your photos, I want you to feel butterflies. To see yourself in a way you maybe never have before and to think, “That’s me. That’s us. That’s real.”

That’s why I do this.